Ode to a Winter Morning
Parker and I wander down the steep driveway on a quiet, still, cold morn. A house wren announces our arrival; Titmice twitter among the dogwoods. The sun's rays filter through bare trees creating a shadow forest in the pasture. Parker sniffs the usual spots with the waxing gibbous moon hanging serenely in the clear blue sky. I stop and marvel at the peacefulness! No cars. No lawn mowers. No leaf blowers. No barking dogs. We head back up the hill.